Biography, Non-fiction, Story, Poem, Other

Inspired by http://writeoneleaf.tumblr.com/

"I really don't want to tell her. She's been under so much stress lately, but I will if I have to."

people often say to me
what a beautiful day.
So i look around,
i search for this beautiful day
they have seen,
but to me
it seems the same
as yesterday,
and the day before

You think enquiries are about the truth? - look within

Please bear in mind that I was very drunk during the events I am about to describe.

I want to escape

Run away
to hide,
so as to not have to
face the day
and the hardships,
to forget the struggle
and pain,
all the false expectation,
'cause after all

the ramblings of a reformed madman

In the hot rooms
folks are sleeping, sleeping.
I grasp my book,
pour a glass of red wine.
Down creaking stairs
I go creeping, creeping
To the front room,
the lounge not mine.

As I journey on a train,
The world goes streaming by,
The scenery's not beautiful,
It makes me want to cry.

The sky is grey and overcast,
The trees are bare and brown,

I do not care to think how long I may have spent slowly abrading hard rock with bone but I passed through many chambers.

The sheets, the words, were many and the hand in which they were written was almost incomprehensible, although I could, after a fashion, decipher much of what was there.

Just a dusty little gem I unearthed from a very old notebook. ;) I'm not saying anything against 'emos', I'm simply gently teasing the stereotype.

Monday March 9th

Is anything sadder
than ageing Brits
and ageing Germans
lounging in the sun?
Does anything impel you
to end your life so young?

I have a 'sister', she is big
And also an insufferable prig;
Five foot eight, with her five foot feet,
Red in the face, and packed with meat.

injury

Chapter Twenty Three

Astrolabe Mamaripreponderance first shot to fame as a theoretical physicist and topless model in the late 1970s.

i want to fuck your creativity
make love to your beautiful mind
corrupt every thought you ever have with my cock and cum.

help you force out the darkness onto the page

this room smells clean
it's not home
but for now
it will do.

the hum of the extractor fan
smothers all other noise
except the sound of fingers on the keyboard.

my window is two stories up